After having been away from the Cafebabel world for a while, I’m obviously spoilt for choice with things to tell you about life in this fair city. I’ve decided, though, to keep it recent. In the wake of a new prime minister, a non-political bike protest, unusually high spring temperatures and a national obsession with the Hungarian word for hedgehog spreading like wild-fire, I turned the ripe old age of 26. I was 24 when I arrived here at the start of the month-long stay I had planned, and this month I celebrated my coming of age in true eclectic Budapestian style. There’s not room to share it all with you here; but for now, here’s a particular highlight.